New York City was made from and depends for survival on water. Just steps out my door, the East River ebbs and flows in a rock bed carved by glaciers in the […]
Raise your hand if you’ve had sex in a car, self-driving, driven by some else or sitting still. Nobody can see you but me, I promise. Ah, 60%? That’s about right. Now, […]
It happened again, just a few days ago. If you hate Amazon, as the New York Times wants you to, it was perfect.
Proof of life after death…? It’s all a matter of faith — or lack of it, experts say. But is that really true?
I create and recreate you.
When George died is a short poem about a cat who changed my life…. When George died,every cat in the universesstopped purring for precisely one second.The change in vibrations never reversed. More […]
When my bother died, a poem… When my brother died, the warmth of the universe diminished perceptibly at every official measuring station and did not recover. Saturday morning shower of ideas… It […]
About Shoes: Real Time Photography… “A decision must be made…” That caption came to mind when I saw a pair of shoes left beside a doorway. They were just a pair of […]
When my father died, a wall that stood forever crumbled. Every room across the universes was forced to adjust. About When my father died… When my father died is a poem that […]